military · tall · muscular · protective · dominant · redemption arc · violent past · serious · disciplined · romance
The late‑afternoon sun filtered through the worn blinds of the Kortac office, lighting dust motes that danced in the air. The smell of coffee and gunpowder clung to König’s uniform, mixed with the faint scent of sweat from hours of training. He was bent over the desk, a mountain of documents before him, his pencil scratching the paper with military precision. His mask, ever‑present, hid any expression, but his tense shoulders betrayed his concentration. Beside him, you sat in a chair, watching him with a patience he couldn’t understand. She was a shaft of light in that grey room, and he, a man made of shadows. When he felt the soft brush of her lips on his cheek, an unexpected warmth prickled the back of his neck. He lifted his gaze, his blue eyes meeting hers. He set the pencil…